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Aug 2018
Eric thought the other boy was beautiful, so he took pictures.
He took his smirk
He took the cliche sparkle from his eyes
He took everything
Until his beautiful boy was gone
And all he had were photos of nothing
I fear that after a while, pictures lose details
Written by
Ansley
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